I find it funny that
White roses tarnish with age
I'm scared my love
Will have wrinkles the next time I will meet
Will it be you or me at the welcome mat?
Maybe I will keep your coat hanger for my rage
Like Cinderella shoe, or someone’s glove
I keep your writing as a treat
I'm in need of a deep conversation
And I think you'd be perfection
I wonder your thoughts on bottling up fear
And using the pressure like a Coke and Mentos rocket
Blast off with irritation
And safety goggles for protection
We could talk about what we think of Shakespeare
And girls pockets
When it comes to talking
I just don’t know how or where to start
Maybe I'm in need of a brave summer vacation
I have don’t have many ideas though
I just have to keep a rolling and a rocking
I also have to learn how to part
With hesitation
Learn how to jump head first into something when people are saying no
I have to learn to not think, just do
Every time I go around I want to reach for the gold rings
And see everything I can see before I can’t see
I want to know that if I failed, at least I tried
I find it funny how we all do the same motions but are different each time we carry them through
How we change slowly and want and need different things
I'm scared and I want to break free to be me
Lets see where life will show me and take me to, I'm in for the ride